Last Crusade

Last Crusade

          Intro:             C /Em/ F/ C/  Dm/ G/ C/ F C

Verse 1:

C                 Em                        F                    C

I was only 16 when I met with Billy Dean

           Dm                          G

And I asked him for some work

               C                               Em                   F                      C

He said, “Boy, you’re looking clean and you don’t look any mean

       Dm           G                     CFC

But I’ve been fooled before.”

           C                         Em                         F                        C

So we robbed a dozen banks before we hit up that train

               Dm               G

On that awful bloody day

       C                                Em                 F                   C

The train was filled with gold and the Pinkerton payroll

                 Dm                   G                               CFC

We were jumpin’ in our boots needless to say

Chorus 1:

             C                          F

To Mexico, boys, to Mexico

          Dm                                              G

We’ll get ourselves a profit, and we’ll divvy up the dough.

                 C                                                         F

And we’ll finally find some sanctuary from the judgment and the cold

           Dm                                          G                    CFC

We’ll build a place of our own way down in Mexico

Verse 2:

           C                         Em                    F                       C

So we jumped in the caboose, and we took up all the loot

                Dm                           G

It was so easy we couldn’t believe

         C                         Em                       F           C

Then out jumped the men; they were all Pinkertons

                 Dm                G           CFC

And they chased us into the trees

         C                         Em                       F           C

They shot Billy in the back;  you could hear that pistol crack

            Dm                G

At the tail end of twilight

              C                       Em                F                      C

And we jumped on our mounts and headed for the south

          Dm                  G        CFC

With sand burning in our eyes.

Chorus 2:

             C                          F

To Mexico, boys, to Mexico

               Dm                                         G

We can forget all of our troubles, tribulations, and sorrows

                C                                                              F

When we hit those dusty border towns, we’ll all split up the gold

Dm                                         G                            CFC

All of our dreams will come true down in Mexico

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Verse 3:

           C                             Em                   F                      C

Them Pinks were getting close, so we all jumped in a boat

                                       Dm                                                                    G

We checked the wind; we checked the sea and we set sail.

       C                     Em             F                      C

The boat caught a hole so we all split up the gold

          Dm                        G                 CFC

And I headed down to Mexico myself.

Chorus 3:

             C                           F

To Mexico, boys, to Mexico

             Dm                                                     G      

Cheap livin’ and cheap thrills seems such a way to go

             C                                         F

And I’ll live out my days growing dusty, growing old

          Dm                       G     

In the wild landscape called

         C                              F

Mexico,  boys, Old Mexico!

     Dm                                         G     

A hundred thousand pleasures that you’ll never know

                  C                                                         F

You might find yourself in Montreal or San Diego

          Dm                                       G           CFC

But nothin’s quite as beautiful as Mexico!

            fin